I had a few hours free and from somewhere, I am not sure exactly where, came a compelling desire to see bluebells. I took myself to the Royal Botanical Society’s Wakehurst Place in the high Sussex Weald. Here are some 500 acres of woodland and gardens from an old estate. I think I picked the perfect time to go – there are avenues of azaleas and rhododendrons in bloom.
Something about the sheer profligacy of nature is expressive of the love of the Creator. One azalea or rhododendron flower would be a wonder. Banks and hillsides of them speak of the overflowing satisfaction of love and beauty which is lavished on us. It is the equivalent of the 12 baskets of leftovers at the feeding of the five thousand.
